Cancer, Static and immigrating my alien fiance...

So...after 18 months of thinking about what I would feel like on the day that I would be told that the cancer was gone, and that there had been no signs for quite some time... and that I was clean and my blood no longer polluted with cancerous little body stealing demons........I have arrived at that day and honestly it feels NOTHING like what I thought it would.  I suppose you have to take into account everything else that has changed in my life since that day I was told about the cancer in the first place.  You would think that after surviving a horrifically violent marriage, a baby being born 14 weeks early, and deafness....that cancer wouldn't scare me so much.  Being a domestic violence victim was by far the most emotionally devastating, but I did the therapy, I was blessed with a man who is beyond amazing and with him I have started to realize that I don't have to be a victim anymore....my baby was in wonderful hands and some of the brightest and best Neonatal doctors in the south east had her under their spell....and the implants gave me back my hearing.  But you go in for a routine check up and the word 'cancer' is said and it is almost like every single thought in your head flees, and I swear the doctors probably thought I had been struck dumb.  Test after test...procedure after procedure...nothing was working, nothing was changing...and then a year ago I was introduced to a man who I swear is God's gift to the Female Cancer world, and he changed my life.  After 2 procedures he banished the cancer (well...that is the way I have thought about it). At 25 (at the time) being told that Vaginal Cancer was going to steal my hair, and my plumbing, and any trace of femininity I ever had, I was ready to lay down and never get up.  But yesterday I was told that after 12 solid weeks of clean tests results that I was clean.  I can officially claim remission....well, not complete cancer remission, because I do have to continue to go get tested every four months...but for the first time in 18 months I have been able to take a deep breath and feel good about my body.  I mean, try planning a wedding (to a man you first have to have immigrated), battling a crazy psycho ex-husband, and raising 2 toddlers basically by yourself, all while being scared to death of Cancer stealing your life. I feel like this huge weight has been lifted...now all I have to do is tackle a new work out program  ;)

so....I killed yet another microwave.  That makes 4 in the last 6 months.  let's have a recount shall we, of every electrical appliance I have destroyed.  4 microwaves, 6 hairdryers, a stove, a washing machine, 8 lamps, 2 battery operated screw guns, 2 ceiling fans, 1 stereo and a TV.  I am thinking I need to be tested.  while I was pregnant with my first child I killed the Baby Monitor machine!!  They literally grounded me in the hospital because the static was so bad.  Who does that???   what is up me??  I feel like one of those balls that you can pass your hand over and the strobe lights reach out and touch wherever your hand was...what are those things called???

SO....my Englishman and I are almost officially in the immigration system.  Why do they have to make it so complicated for him to come over here??   He is from an friendly country...I am just amazed at how easy it is for people who come here illegally to make it in America and how cheaply they can accomplish it!!  But us??  Um, yeah, no.  Thousands of dollars and an endless list of things that need doing...but God is he worth it.  He is my everything.  So immigration...bring it on.  I am determined to have my Englishman here for good come Summertime.  And this redhead is ready for the battle.